Page 61 of Snapping the Ice
Shrugging off my jacket, I hung it on the wicker chair in the corner. When I looked down, my hard cock tented my slacks. “Obviously, I’m on board here.” I shucked my slacks down my legs and my shirt off, and crawled onto the bed, lyingon the other side of the tray. “This is nice.” No one had ever done something like this for me.
Handing me a glass, he brushed his fingers up my shaft, tickling it through the thin fabric of my briefs. “You’re making my mouth water.” He sipped his wine, his gaze finding mine.
“I am?” I scanned his slender body, the way his stomach moved in and out with his breathing and finally, to the clear bulge under his jeans. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Yeah?” He set his glass on the tray, sat up, and lifted his shirt over his head. “How about now?” He tipped a brow.
“Still too many.” I drank my wine, the oak and spice gliding down my throat. He’d picked a good bottle.
With a coy grin, he unfastened his jeans and slid them off his legs, his dick outlined in sheer white lace, the tip straining against the band.
Sputtering on my wine, I said, “Holy fuck.” I’d never seen a guy wear lacy—what should I call them? Underwear? Panties? My cock pulsed and precum trickled from the tip.
“You like it?” He adjusted his dick to the side and palmed his tight balls.
“I…yeah, I like it.” If he hadn’t fucked enough with my head before, he totally was now. I wetted my lips, focusing on his solid dick. “What are you planning here?”
“I want to see what interests you. If you didn’t like this, I would have taken them off.” He opened the box of chocolates.
“I-I like it. Don’t take them off.” Did I sound as desperate as I was?
“Here.” He moved the tray to the nightstand along with his wineglass. “Go rest against the headboard.” A wicked gleam showed in his eyes.
“Okay.” My brain melted into a puddle. I’d do anything he asked. I moved higher in bed, leaned against the headboard, then looked down. A wet spot seeped through my briefs.
His gaze chased mine. “Look at you, leaking for me.” He straddled my legs, chocolate still in hand, and sat on my aching cock.
Sensation shuddered through my body as his hot ass pressed on my dick. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be drinking much of this wine.
He popped the chocolate into his mouth and leaned in, claiming my mouth in a crushing kiss, the chocolate melting between our tongues as they danced together.
“Mmm…” I grabbed his hips as he swayed them over me, the teasing friction coiling tension in my gut. Lapping the last of the chocolate from his mouth, I broke the kiss and said, “Fuck, Ezra…”
“You can touch me anywhere you want.” Leaning over, he plucked another chocolate from the box, slid it into his mouth and pressed his lips to mine.
My tongue tussled with the chocolate as his kiss became needy and his hips rocked over me, gliding his balls and the base of his cock over mine.
I snuck a hand between us and fingered his dick through the lace, brushing up and down his shaft.
A ragged moan escaped him, and his dick jerked against my fingers. I gasped into his mouth, digging the fingers of my other hand into his skin.
He pulled away, his eyelids hooded. “Have a sip of your wine.” He gave me a wicked grin, picking up his glass and drinking some wine.
I did as he asked and set my glass on the nightstand. Should I ask about the lube? Maybe I was overthinking things. I should just go with it.
Crawling down and between my legs, he fell to his elbows and peeked at me. “Didn’t you have a fantasy about me blowing you?”
“I did.” My stomach clenched as need shivered up my spine. Would he do it now?
“Let’s give you a taste.” He slid my briefs down my thighs and then moved as I kicked them off.
My cock stood tall, stretching toward my navel, and my balls grew heavy. How good would this feel?
He fisted the base of my cock and stroked me a few times. Licking his lips, he lowered and devoured me in wet heat.
My body jerked, and I gasped as pleasure shocked me. “Holy fuck.” I slapped my hands on the back of his head, his face veiled by long hair.
He pumped my dick, swirling his tongue over the tip and fondling my balls.
